y u gonna call me out and spit this weak shit??? U dumb dogg...anywayz...here's ya death

Ya think ya tough, name RappinThug4life,
U dat white dude in 3rd grade who alwayz had lice/
you 'peelin bananas' while im goin through 'clips', couldn't 'get it wet' if you were 'Daffy Duck' with how he talks & 'spits'/
I'll leave you leaking blood from da lyrics I spit,
killing you is just like 'Nike'...I 'Just Do It'/
My flow is whoopin ya ass into lyrical submission,
U beatin me? Everyone knows thats an 'Impossible Mission/
I get pissed when faggots call me out tryin to floss,
But ya betta call da Red Cross cuz u gonna feel my lyrical Holocust
Lil flamers like u makes me get all spiteful, I calm down and just kick ya ass so fast, I forgot ya name...oh yea, Untitled/
Ya need to stop suckin dick for fun and call it ya work,
Takin it up the ass has ya shit 'strechted' like a 'hearse'/
Wit dis last line, I know u beginnin to wonder y u participated,
They chargin me wit da 1st degree, said its my fault "Thug" was decapitated/